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She froze as they reached around and unbuckled her belt, unzipped the pants, and...
What was happening?
"Wait!" She cried, but it was too late. They pulled her pants down and lifted her white shirt, exposing her butt and her pink g-string for their viewing.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
“We gave you multiple chances to come clean, Ms. Dawson.”
The first strike of Leo’s hand on her ass felt like a lashing of raw fire against her flesh. She yelped and tried to climb over the table to get away, but Aaron and Micah held her down.
“You can’t—”
But Leo’s palm landed on her backside again, and this time, she was sure she was going to go up in flames.
He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before he started a succession of swats that stung every single nerve in her entire body.
Her mind flashed with images of her butt streaked red with the size of Leo’s handprints. She drowned in a torrential downpour of embarrassment.
No one had ever done anything like this to her.
Not only because she was bound to the table, with her pants at her ankles and her butt red from being spanked, but because her nipples had turned to molten pebbles, she was forced to press her breasts against the wood of the table for the minutest sliver of relief that lasted all of a second.
The thin strap of fabric nestled against her pussy now clung wetly to her folds from where more liquid arousal seemed to pool with every strike of Leo’s hand.
Liquid arousal.
Why was her body reacting this way to being spanked? And it wasn’t as if Leo were giving her playful swats on her butt, ones that only made her butt jiggle as she giggled along.
The man laid into her as if he meant it. There was nothing lighthearted and fun about it.
No.
Leo spanked her like the grown woman she was while she was strapped to a table, thanks to Aaron and Micah, who now watched her get her ass reddened. And somewhere along the line, her outrage turned to arousal, and she couldn’t deny it, not when the indisputable evidence was clearly in her panties.
They can never know.
She squeezed her thighs together so tightly that she felt her veins protest in agony.
They could never know that she had gotten wet for them when they were literally trying to get information out of her by punishing her butt. They werenottrying to seduce her. They could barely stand being in her company for more than two minutes, and during that time, they only ever scowled at her.
She wasn’t their type. They saw her as nothing but their little sister’s annoying friend because, yes, she had wanted to take Christmas photos with them three years ago in her ugly sweater, and they had point-blank grunted her away. They hadn’t even tried to soften the blow.
Well, it wasn’t as if she had asked them to marry her. Sheesh.
But she was the direct opposite of their type, if her deductions were anything to go by, and because of that, they couldn’t bear to be in the same room as her. Well, stuff them.
But that thought also renewed her resilience. She willed with all her heart and mind for her body to suck up the arousal that drenched her pussy. She ordered herself to terminate all wetness at once.
To pull the plug on her self-inflicted titillation. To cease and desist the unwarranted randiness in her downstairs situation.
She would choose a firing squad over them discovering her newfound depravity—she got wet because they were touching her.
“If you want me to stop spanking your ass, tell us the truth, Andrea, because I can go longer than your ass can handle it; I guarantee that.”
“Never,” she hissed as images of CourtneyFreakingWatson burst into her head.
For her answer, Leo delivered a particularly hard, stinging slap to the meat of her butt that rattled her soul.
